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In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Versuri-lyrics.info
I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video coupe

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100 reves – DTF paroles

Paroles DTF – 100 reves

Les jours s’répètent, j’ai les chaussures trouées
ça part et ça revient mais moi j’suis toujours cloué
J’ai choisi l’argent à l’école pourtant j’étais doué
Mais l’frigo était vide j’avais pas l’temps de jouer
J’ai grandi sans père nourri au secours populaire
C’est vrai qu’c’était la hess mais y a toujours eu pire mon frère
Avec mes frères on barode, on barode dans la zone
A force de rentrer tard on a dormi dans l’égout
Tarik dis leur c’est système D les sandwiches à Catalan
En bas du bât, cc à faire des chasses à l’homme
On voulait des lovés, on s’est faits braquer par la BAC
Ou bien y a eu poucave, ou bien au pire y avait pas d’chatte
En tout cas mon frère m’a sauvé, il a tout pris sur lui
Il a pris une grosse peine, chez nous y a pas d’sursis
Là là j’suis dans le mal, j’en ai plein les soucis
J’fume mon teh j’ouvre ma jack mon coeur est noir cousine
Mmmmmhhhh.(100 reves)

La casquette à l’endroit
On fume un joint on s’en va
La sère-mi dans le bât
Les xxx qui passent et moi j’suis toujours au même endroit
Les lèvres gercées j’tourne dans l’froid
La poisse m’attrape à chaque fois
Chat noir allume la mèche
Bonheur je m’en lasse pas
Un couteau, une plaquette, posé sur l’escalier
Igo, tu connais, nan pas l’choix j’dois charbonner
La vie m’a pas fait d’cadeaux
J’ai la haine, trop d’pêchés j’m’endette
Dans l’hall, dans l’hall, les gens m’regardent bizarrement normal j’suis abonné.

Un couteau, une plaquette, posé, posé sur l’escalier
Igo, igo, tu connais, j’ai pas l’choix j’dois charbonner
La vie m’a pas fait d’cadeaux
J’ai la haine, trop d’pêchés j’m’endette
Dans l’hall, dans l’hall, les gens m’regardent bizarrement normal j’suis abonné.

A quoi bon sert de trainer dans l’hall si tu fais pas les billets?
Les condés sont à l’approche, les tits-pe avec XXX
J’ai les couilles pleines il est temps de filer
Dans mes rêves, la vie est belle comme un aigle au sommet d’l’a falaise
Dans le bat’ ça pue la weed ouais faut qu’j’prenne l’air
La galère nous a fait fumer la moitié d’un salaire
Ouais, ouais c’est la merde, j’suis dans l’rouge faut qu’j’accelère
Comment dev’nir un homme sans l’exemple du paternel?
J’veux faire les mili’-mili’ avant qu’on m’enterre
J’veux les voir bouche bée, les baiser sans commentaire
C’est DTF, on déboule toujours prêt à faire la guerre
J’prends mes clics et mes clacs, ouais j’ai fait ma valise
Nombreuses sont les personnes qui s’aiment pas mais se font la bise
On les connait tes mythos à force, arrête tes bêtises
J’ai pas ton temps, sur mon tas j’me focalise
J’ai pris la sale habitude de rentrer tard les yeux bridés
J’suis dans ma bulle un peu chéper pas au point de me duper
C’est vrai y a du buzz ça fait plaisir nan mais sans déconne
La vraie question à s’poser c’est jusqu’à quand ça va durer
J’ai mal à la tête, y a des jours comme ça
J’suis pas dans mon assiette
Yemma, faut pas que tu t’inquiètes
J’suis devenu un homme, tu filoches les baqueux enquêtent.

Un couteau, une plaquette, posé sur l’escalier
Igo, tu connais, nan pas l’choix j’dois charbonner
La vie m’a pas fait d’cadeaux versuri-lyrics.info
J’ai la haine, trop d’pêchés j’m’endette
Dans l’hall, dans l’hall, les gens m’regardent bizarrement normal j’suis abonné
Un couteau, une plaquette, posé sur l’escalier
Igo, igo, tu connais, j’ai pas l’choix j’dois charbonner
La vie m’a pas fait d’cadeaux
J’ai la haine, trop d’pêchés j’m’endette
Dans l’hall, dans l’hall, les gens m’regardent bizarrement normal j’suis abonneee.(100 reves)
DTF paroles
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Mon ptit loup – Sofiane paroles

Paroles Sofiane – Mon ptit loup

J’vais t’ouvrir les portes, les portes de l’équipe
Frérot si t’assumes, t’inquiètes pas pour l’oseille
On a perdu une tonne, on va s’refaire vite
Une sortie du Venez’, deux contacts à Marseille
Mon p’tit loup, la vie t’appelle, oublies ton cartable
T’es déterminé? On l’verra bien assez tôt
Qu’est-ce que t’es prêt à faire?
De quoi t’es capable?
T’en a vu millionnaire par la C, par l’bédo
Ils veulent faire la guerre, la révolution
Armée ou pas dans les deux cas c’est pas lourd
Sourie! T’es filmé versuri-lyrics.info
Quand t’es sous les balles des ennemis, t’es sous les yeux des jaloux.(mon ptit loup)

Mon p’tit loup, mon ptit loup
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il a plus grand chose à perdre
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup.

La rue c’est bête et méchant
Ça tue pas les gens
T’as des yeux derrière sur les civils à pieds
T’es calibré sur Les Champs, poto t’as gé-chan
Tu fais la mafia depuis qu’t’as du papier
Et toutes les défaites se changent en victoires
Il cherche un rappeur pour raconter son histoire
Il va pas durer longtemps, ça il le sait
En Louis Vuitton propre, le sale il le fait
Il est prêt pour tout, mon p’tit loup
Il nage comme un prince au milieu des requins
Il sera toujours là, aux rendez-vous
Pour une paire de ein-s, découperait quelqu’un.

Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il a plus grand chose à perdre
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup.

Faut qu’il atteigne les finances
Il mange sa peine en silence
Il veut que tout le monde le craigne
Dans les nuits parisiennes il a vu l’Sheitan qui danse. (x2)

Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il a plus grand chose à perdre
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit loup
Il est calibré
Mon p’tit loup, mon p’tit louppp. (x2)
Sofiane paroles
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Skin – Jinco featuring Mia Vaile lyrics

Lyrics Jinco – Skin

Tell me does it hurt to watch me close
From the front row
Yeah, this is my show
This is my show.(skin)

I can be your high
Be your beauty queen lie
Your American hideaway
Yeah, that’s what they say.

Baby do you see my light?
Hotel sheets over my skin (over my skiiin)
Over my skin
Baby do you see my light?
Endless dreams are paper thin
Under my skiiin.

Tell me what you know about dark roads
Losing false hope
Forgetting where is home
Yeah, this is my show.

And I can be your sky
Be your fairytale cry
An illusion you can’t escape
Yeah, that’s what they say.

Baby do you see my light?
Hotel sheets over my skiiin (over my skiiin)
Over my skiiin versuri-lyrics.info
Baby do you see my light?
Endless dreams are paper thin
Under my skiiin.

Don’t you know what hides under my skiiin?
More secrets to spin
Whispers of the night like violins
More secrets to spin.

Under my skinnn.
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Declan McKenna – Brazil

I heard you sold the Amazon
To show the country that you’re from
Is where the world should want to be
For find something all people need
I’m faithless now though we win
Every time and I don’t know how
‘Cause I haven’t bought you
And I haven’t sold me
But the people are dying to get on TV
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
Oh Lord, what have I become
I’m the face of God I’m my fathers’ son
I’m not, what you think you see
I know you can’t eat leather, but you can’t stop me
Why would you lie, why would you lie about how you feel
I’ve got a mission and my mission is real
Because you’ve had your chances, yeh you’ve had enough
I’m gonna burn your house down to spread peace and love
And it gets me down
Oh Lord how it gets me down
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Everybody plays a beautiful game out in Brazil
‘Cause it’s all you ever wanted and it’s all that you want still
Don’t you wanna play the beautiful game out in Brazil
I wanna play the beautiful game while I’m in Brazil
‘Cause everybody plays the beautiful game out in Brazil
And it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and it’s all that you want still
Don’t you wanna play the beautiful game out in Brazil
Oh yeah
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me

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Linkin Park – Good Goodbye (feat. Pusha T & Stormzy) (Lyric Video)

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
‘Cause you can’t come back around here
Good goodbye
(Don’t you come back no more)

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
Live from the rhythm, it’s
Something wild, venomous
Enemies trying to read me
You’re all looking highly illiterate
Blindly forgetting if I’m in the mix
You won’t find an equivalent
I’ve been here killing it
Longer than you’ve been alive, you idiot
And it makes you so mad
Somebody else could be stepping in front of you
And it makes you so mad that you’re not the only one
There’s more than one of you
And you can’t understand the fact
That it’s over and done, hope you had fun
You’ve got a lot to discuss on the bus
Headed back where you’re from

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
‘Cause you can’t come back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Goodbye, good riddance
A period is after every sentence
Did my time with my cellmate
Maxed out so now we finished
Every day was like a hail date
Every night was like a hailstorm
Took her back to my tinted windows
Showin’ out, she in rare form
Wings up, now I’m airborne
King Push, they got a chair for him
Make way for the new queen
The old lineup, where they cheer for ’em
Consequence when you ain’t there for him
Were you there for him?
Did you care for him?
You were dead wrong

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
(Don’t you come back no more)
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
‘Cause you can’t come back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
(Don’t you come back no more)
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
(Don’t you come back no more)

[Verse 3: Stormzy]
Yo
Let me say goodbye to my demons
Let me say goodbye to my past life
Let me say goodbye to the darkness
Tell ’em that I’d rather be here in the starlight
Tell ’em that I’d rather be here where they love me
Tell ’em that I’m yours this is our life
And I still keep raising the bar like
Never seen a young black brother in the chart twice
Goodbye to the stereotypes
You can’t tell my kings we can’t
Mandem we’re linking tings in parks
Now I gotta tune with Linkin Park
Like goodbye to my old hoe’s
Goodbye to the cold roads
I can’t die for my postcode
Young little Mike from the Gold Coast
And now I’m inside with my bro bro’s
Gang

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
‘Cause you can’t come back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
(Don’t you come back no more)
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
(Don’t you come back no more)

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Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

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Pressa – Sophomore

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

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Post Malone – Candy Paint (from “The Fate of the Furious”)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, mmm

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 1]
Didn’t know that was your girl when she gave me top
Kicked her out the Rolls said, "Thanks a lot"
God damn I love paper, like I’m Michael Scott
I can do things that your man cannot
Slide boy comin’ down
Damn I’m hot
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped
Even though my final form ain’t unlocked
I’m so far ahead of you motherfuckers
How you comprehend what you ain’t understanding?
Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothing I can’t handle

[Bridge]
Flavor that’s whatever, you should try a sample
Baby I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don’t fucking know me homie you don’t want war

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 2]
I’ve been rolling twenty ash, hit the road
Hit the switch up the suicide doors
We already know you vanished though
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
All these motherfuckers so false with me
If your money funny, don’t talk to me (nah)
I know there is shit that you could offer me
Take a second if you think about crossing me

[Bridge]
Flavor that’s whatever, you should try a sample
Baby I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don’t fucking know me homie you don’t want war

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s what you thought
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whips same price my watch
Got no jumper but I ball a lot
Bitch I’m young stoney, I do what I want

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Molly Kate Kestner – Prom Queen

[Chorus]
God save the prom queen
Teenage daydream
Just another dressed up heartbreak
God save the prom queen
Only eighteen
Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

[Verse 1]
She’s the first in line at the party
She’s the first in line at the club
And she’s got that body, always gotta flaunt it
Everybody’s looking up
When she walks by you want to be her
And your boyfriend pretends not to see her
‘Cause she’s got that fire, doesn’t even try
Her booty has its own zip code
All the peasants bow down

[Chorus]
God save the prom queen
Teenage daydream
Just another dressed up heartbreak
God save the prom queen
Only eighteen
Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown
Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhhhh

[Verse 2]
Take a look at the future
Who knows what’s ahead?
There’s a house on a hill with an indoor pool
And a millionaire in her bed
And the years go by and she still dreams
She’s the hottest girl in town
And the makeup’s stronger, gotta wear it longer
Just to keep a man around

[Chorus]
God save the prom queen
Teenage daydream
Just another dressed up heartbreak
God save the prom queen
Only eighteen
Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown
Diamonds in her crown
Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhhhh
Diamonds in her crown
Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhhhh

[Bridge]
And she lives her dreams through the magazines
And her daddy’s gone and she needs someone
And she’s got the looks and the boys on hooks
But she’ll trade it all for a heart that’s whole
God save the prom queen
Ohhhhhhhh (Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhhhh)
God save the prom queen!
Ohhhhhhhh (Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhhhh)

[Outro]
God save the prom queen
Teenage day dream
God save the prom queen (she turned her tears)
She turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

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Migos – Seize The Block (from “The Fate of the Furious”)

[Intro: Takeoff]
You know we seize the block
We need the block

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (block)
I ran from 12 (12), I dropped the Glock (Glock)
The streets is hot, I need the pot (pot)
They need the knot (knot), so niggas try (grrraw)
I copped the drop (copped), just left the lot (skrrt)
I grabbed my Glock (Glock), let off a shot (babagraow)
Codeine on rocks (lean), I need to stop (lean, Act’)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (Takeoff)
Seize the block, I feed the block, you know I need the block (need)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (leave)
I leave the block, no Nicki but I bees the block (aye)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (aye)
Terminatin’ like I’m Terminator (Terminator)
So many mansions, I’m a real estate (real estate)
Jumping off that like a [?]
Pick up that shit like it’s tissue paper
When I get a pint, I gotta [?] (pint)
Fuckin this bitch, I gotta tape her (Bitch!)
No pancake, a lot of maple (lean)
Armored car, disabled

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Your block hot, dragon
She a thot thot, she nasty (huh)
In a pot pot, whippin’ Ashley (whippin it)
50 k for a walk and I’m having it (aye)
I got a jay in the trap and he baggin’ it (jay)
There go the blocks, bag it in (in)
Not scared of the cops, we cappin ’em (twelve)
They think that we rappin’, we wrapping them
I receive the box, with 50 more keys of pot
Young nigga holdin’ his stick cause he see the plot
Young nigga he see the plot (I see da)
Muhammed Ali cause I weave the block
I beat the block (I weave the block)
Beat up, just peek the box, I’m fuckin that secret thot (boom, boom, smash)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Block’s our jazz so stay out them streets, yeah
Iced out Rollie and Patek Phillipe, yeah (ice)
When you sleep, yeah, I’mma gon’ creep, yeah (creep)
Pull up on your niggas, make you block bleed, yeah (skrrt)
See the block, See the block, ring, Bron Bron (brrr)
Cocaine white like the glaze on Honey Buns (coca)
Bitch don’t wanna fuck, talkin bout let’s have fun (bitch)
My niggas on the block, my niggas on the block like they caught a lil biddy [?]
Neighbors outside talkin’ ’bout they smell dope
Feelin like Draymond, do I sell, no (no)
Right hand the draco, left hand the four (grrt)
Niggas still mad from last year, I sold ’em soap (uh)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

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K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

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Judah & The Lion – Suit And Jacket

[Verse 1]
I ain’t trading my youth for no suit and jacket
I ain’t giving my freedom for your money and status
So don’t say I’m getting older
Cause I’ll say it when I do

[Chorus]
Cause everybody I know, everybody I know
Is growing old, is growing old too quickly
And I don’t wanna go
So how am I supposed to slow it down so I can figure out who I am?

[Verse 2]
And I ain’t trading my dreams for no 401k
And I ain’t giving this fire for a cold, cold heart
So don’t say I’m getting colder
Cause I’ll say it when I do

[Chorus]
Cause everybody I know, everybody I know
Is growing old, is growing old too quickly
And I don’t wanna go
So how am I supposed to slow it down so I can figure out who I am?

[Bridge]
Some of us surviving
Some of us just roaming
Some of us just hoping the world will move more slowly
And some of us alive
We’re all gonna die one day
Yeah some of us surviving
Some of us just roaming
Some of us just hoping the world will move more slowly
And some of us alive
We’re all gonna die one day
Yeah, some of us surviving
Some of us just roaming
Some of us just hoping the world will move more slowly
Some of us alive
We’re all gonna die one day

[Chorus]
Cause everybody I know, everybody I know
Is growing old, is growing old too quickly
And I don’t wanna go
So how am I supposed to slow it down so I can figure out who I am?

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Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

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TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

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Rotimi – Nobody (feat. 50 Cent & T.I.)

[Intro/Bridge: 50 Cent]
You just be fucking for free
You just be fucking to fuck
You might end up in the sheets
But you never end up in love

[Verse: Rotimi]
She like to twerk and sweep it up (sweep it up)
Your honey’s just a bunch of ones (yeah)
She quick to take her panties off (splat)
You rich, you might be on to sum
She be [?] for a baller
Wanna kinda spend this money on her (whoo)
Tryna fork a million to a porsche
Girls it’s a shame, girl it’s a shame

[Hook: Rotimi]
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
You out here livin’ like a thottie
That’s why you ain’t got nobody

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
You just be fucking for free
You just be fucking to fuck
You might end up in the sheets
But you never end up in love

[Hook: Rotimi]
That’s why you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
Nobody, yeah

[Verse: T.I.]
Hard nigga, you call a fan
Screw currency, blur all your prayers
Boy suck a dick, son fuck a bitch
Saw all the money here shawty gonna get
I tell ’em fuck ’em, if you fuck make ’em pay for it
Have you ride through Atlanta in a RAV4
You ain’t even have to trick to get a blow job
And still all y’all here wanna taste for it
Okay, she ridin’ the dick like a skateboard
That mean a pussy-mo nigga have to pay for it
When we ride in the 5, better hotbox
With some dick all in her face like botox
Okay I skeet on her buttock
Convertible, what-not
See me doin’ donuts, in front of the bus stop
You try to get cussed out or worse get bust on
See why she don’t claim you as the dick she fucked on

[Hook: Rotimi]
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
You out here livin’ like a thottie
That’s why you ain’t got nobody
Nobody, no

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
You just be fucking for free
You just be fucking to fuck
You might end up in the sheets
But you never end up in love

[Hook: Rotimi]
That’s why you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
Nobody, yeah

[Verse: Rotimi]
Look what you done
How you come, always sound like you stab the alarm
Nigga just hit it and live
It ain’t no different wit’ me
No, it ain’t no feelin’s wit’ me
But she gon’ still let me beat
She gon’ do that anyway

[Bridge: Rotimi]
First she only fuckin’ wit’ ya if ya got a check, then she wanna be broke up
So every time she get to talkin’ bout relationships, that’s when I don’t talk
You been out here runnin’ game for so long
So girl it’s a shame, girl it’s a shame

[Hook: Rotimi]
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
You out here livin’ like a thottie
That’s why ain’t got nobody
Nobody, no

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
You just be fucking for free
You just be fucking to fuck
You might end up in the sheets
But you never end up in love

[Hook: Rotimi]
That’s why you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
How you got all these bodies
Still ain’t got nobody
Nobody, yeah

[Outro (4x)]
Baby why you always trippin’
Why you silly niggas trippin’
Real niggas only be tippin’
Real niggas only be tippin’

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Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

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Machine Gun Kelly – Trap Paris (feat. Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin’ real godly
Quavo
City rollie [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain’t embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that ’bout?
I’m home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I’m back now
I’m Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I’m running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where’s the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up ’till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn’t hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that’s your fantasy (that’s your fantasy)
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin)
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

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Lil Yachty – Peek A Boo (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Peek-a-boo, woo!
Peek-a-boo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
Lil Boat
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot
On his nose like Rudolph
Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off
Take that lil’ bitch to the Ruth Chris
Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I’m ruthless
Chill on the 6 when I’m fuckin’ on poochie
That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet)
Play with that kitty like hello
Took a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo
Aiming at you and your fellows
My new bitch yellow
She blow that dick like a cello
Fuck it, then send that bitch home on the metro
Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon
Versace frames, they be hidin’ my vision
Make sure all my niggas eat, that’s the mission
Emotion, I’ma go get it, go get it, I got it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 2: Offset]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil’ bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don’t kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I ride it tectonic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain’t frontin’
I came from the limp, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pull in the 4, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My niggas’ tongue barracuda
You cappin’, I came from trappin’
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn’t tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I’m flexin’, I’m petty (I’m petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won’t give you no credit, yeah, ate it, spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machete
Married the money, the bitch wasn’t ready, uh, uh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 3: Quavo]
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice, ice, came out the machine, ice, came out the machine
Ice, baby
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK, hunting gun, all machines, brrrt
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of ’em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on ’em
Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Open up fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these niggas in pain, hey

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Left wrist, right is the Patek Philippe
Bad white bitch with a fatty, unique
Smokin’ on cookies from granny, trees
Pocket rocket, go go gadget, go go
Make a play, Madden, John
I know it was some speculation ’bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin’ (dab)
Fuck it, we just let ’em have it (have it)
Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin’ my karats (ice, woah)
Just like the package, I’m drinkin’ on Actavis, expensive habits (mud)
Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch)
Cameltoe peekin’ at you
Look at you, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo

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Lil Yachty – Harley (Bass Boosted)

[Intro]
It’s Lil Boat all my diamonds go bling blang blaow!
Lil Boat

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Verse 1]
Late night with the report like Colbert, aye
Love her iced out like a kid cuisine
Lil Boat in the magazine
Big bro keep the magazines
Charged up like an Alkaline
Bet she feel dick in her spine

[Interlude]
Ohhh
Ridin’ like a Harley
My bitch a Barbie
Can’t no one guard boat

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody flexing like me
Ain’t no nigga flexing like me
18 got the brand new AMG
Yo baby daddy tryna ride front seat, no
Stop hating on a young nigga ’cause I’m getting cake
Right wrist so dipped look like a Frosted Flake
Top of the building athletes be my neighbours
These nigga’s soft like Life Savers
These nigga’s be bitches
Most of these nigga’s be hoes
Guess that that’s just how it goes

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Outro]
Ohhh
Like a Harley
Can’t no one guard me
Can’t no one fuck with Boat

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Kendrick Lamar – Loyalty (feat. Rihanna)

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Dahi]
I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)
All I want tonight is just to get high up (high, high, high)
Girl, you look so good, it’s to die for (die for)
Ooh, that pussy good, it’s to die for (on fire)

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar & Rihanna]
It’s a secret society
All we ask is trust
(All we ask is trust)
All we got is us
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny now
My resume is real enough for two millenniums
A better way to make a wave, stop defendin’ them
I meditate and moderate all of my wins again
I’m hangin’ on the fence again
I’m always on your mind
I put my lyric and my lifeline on the line
And ain’t no limit when I might shine, might grind
You rollin’ with it at the right time, right now
(Only for the dollar sign)

[Verse 2: Rihanna]
Bad gyal RiRi now
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, deeper now
On your pulse like a CD in
Gas in the bitch like it’s premium
Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane
Been a bad bitch way before any cash came
I’m established
Hundred carats on my name
Run the atlas, I’m a natural, I’m alright

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Rihanna]
I’m a savage, I’m a asshole, I’m a king
Shimmy-yeah, shimmy-yeah, shimmy-yeah, rock (yeah)
You can tell your nigga he can meet me outside (yeah)
You can babysit him when I leave him outside
Ain’t no other love like the one I know
I done been down so long I slowed
I done came down so hard I slowed
I don’t sleep forever, all a real nigga want

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)
All I want tonight is just to get high up (yeah)
(all I want is, all I want is)

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar & Rihanna]
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
10-4, no switchin’ sides
Feel somethin’ wrong
You actin’ shifty, you don’t ride
With me no more, I need
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me who you loyal to
Is it money? it is fame? Is it weed? Is it drink?
Is it comin’ down with the loud pipes and the rain?
Big chillin’, only for the power in your name
Tell me who you loyal to
Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?
Is it unconditional when the ‘Rari don’t start?
Tell me when your loyalty is comin’ from the heart

[Verse 5: Rihanna & Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me who you loyal to
Do it start with your woman or your man? (Mmm)
Do it end with your family and friends? (Mmm)
Or you’re loyal to yourself in advance?
I said, tell me who you loyal to
Is it anybody that you would lie for?
Anybody you would slide for?
Anybody you would die for?
That’s what God for

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Dahi]
I said I’m geeked and I’m fired up (fired, fire)
All I want tonight is just to get high up
(All I want is, all I want is)

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar & Rihanna]
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
10-4, no switchin’ sides
Feel somethin’ wrong
You actin’ shifty, you don’t ride
With me no more, I need
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Outro: Rihanna]
It’s so hard to be humble
It’s so hard to be
Lord knows is I’m tryin’
Lord knows is I’m dyin’, baby

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Cousin Stizz – Headlock (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 1: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, almost fell out
How did I know you would sell out?
I hit the block and I sellout
Plug in LA, put the mail out
Niggas be waitin’ for handouts
I roll the blunts size of dreadlocks
Most of my sneakers is dead-stock
I fuck the bitch ’til the bed rocks
I will not sell from the crib though
No service there like a dead spot
I don’t eat pig ’cause it smell cop
I been this way since the sandbox
And I must live what I cannot
Impossible? Why the hell not
I’m more lucky than shamrock
All my dogs cold, and the lead hot

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 2: Offset]
Bad bitches walkin’ on some red bottoms
Countin’ up the racks, I be playin’ with ’em
Ice copped Patek, hundred thou’ on my arm
Got yo’ bitch on the run, yeah she callin’ me the gun
The Actavis, it got a nigga in a headlock
Flintstone diamonds, make these bitches bed rock
Hoppin’ in the coupe, drop top, robot
Everybody gotta stick, ain’t no Glocks
Just popped the perc, I ain’t fuckin’ with the xan
Yeah, shawty bad but lil’ mama a fan
I’m the engine that told you I can
Big bank take lil’ bank, the battle of bands
Heart of a lion, I ain’t sacred of these niggas
Hoppin’ in that lamb, switch gears on these niggas
Heat tryna kill, put a tear on a nigga
There he go nigga, pray for your nigga

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 3: Cousin Stizz]
These days I run it like Ricky, I’m Ross
What did it take? Turn yourself to a boss
I’m getting oral, B, you know I floss
Straight to the bread at all costs
Those diamonds ain’t real, boy, so knock it off
Hittin’ the 4 ’til I’m noddin’ off
Smokin’ the gas with the CBs and rastas
Just spent $100 on one plate of pasta
Green and the red I’m like Blanca
Play with the Tim Turner concha
Rollie in water like lobster
Me and three bitches in Benihana
I ain’t their daddy, they call me papa
Hundred bands come up of fifty dollars
Watch out for snakes like a Gucci collar

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Outro: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in a headlock
I-I put the drank in a headlock

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$UICIDEBOY$ – Pictures (feat. Maxo Kream)

[VERSE 1: YUNG OOZE]
Posted with the blunt and I don’t need to take no fuckin’ pictures
Fuckin’ wit yo bitch she keep on sendin’ me all type of pictures
Been a duck
Jukin’ and dodgin’ all these unzipped zippers
I don’t trust no hoe
Screenshots posted when I’m scrollin’ Insta
Gram in the Wood
I don’t give a fuck bout who is wit you, who you know, and what you did
I’ll be smokin till I get blisters
Pass it to the mirror
Hit it twice and pass it back
Smoke a sac
Spill some act
Got a tombstone fuck a plaque

[VERSE 2: LIL REMAINS]
Creep at night
Look for homicide
Those I want to die
I am anti-christ
Your saviour
The god in flesh tonight
Lullabys I’m singing with blood coming down my eyes
Walking over dead who’s full of lead
I had to kill him in my torture chamber, yeah
Koopsta Knicca told me do it so I could not say no to him
No no no no
How many times I said it that I want to go
Glock to my temple
Devil tells me no

[VERSE 3: MAXO KREAM]
You steady postin’ with that burner
You ain’t shoot shit
You just takin’ pictures
44 nickel hit ya, hollow split ya
T-shirt with your picture
Actavis come get your issue
Blow like tissue, smoke like swisher
Pull up to your residential
We can’t find you, shoot your sister
2 23s through window, Trigger Maxo bitch you know my name
Joysticks like Nintendo since you niggas think that it’s a game
Call of Duty tactics with that plastic, stretch you like elastic
Flip’em like gymnastics, acrobatic
Fuck an open casket

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Lil Dicky – Pillow Talking (feat. Brain) (Uncensored)

Ey, ey Dmn!
L tapped twice on some ass like grams
(I just fucked)
Now what I’m doing?
I’m just pillow talking with a bitch
I’m just pillow talking with a bitch
I just finished spazzin’ on a bitch
Now I’m pillow talking with a bitch
I’m like girl that was great, talk about a connection
Am I alone in my praise, do you share my assessment?
She like yeah that was nice, I enjoyed myself
Great, yeah
She like can you reach that shelf for my phone?
I’ll take care the alarm
I’m like "oh, for the morning, like to sleep?"
She like yeah, we just had sex
What did you think?
I was just gonna fuck you and leave?
No, I I hadn’t thought that far ahead
But of course, can I get you a T-Shirt?
Oh, can you not tickle my hair?
It’s just a personal thing, it’s not you
Okay sorry for doing it
No, no, it’s just a personal thing, it’s not you
Okay cool. Yeah
Uhhh, so you’re from Minnesota?
Only thing I know is that it’s cold
Break it down, how’s it compare to living in LA?
Well, I can’t compare them they’re so different
Y’know what I’m sayin?
Yeah, for sure
She like apples to oranges
Yeah, well you can still compare them but I hear ya
What’s the deal with your family? Got any siblings?
She like I have a brother, I’m like oh what he do?
She like he in the Army
Oh, true
Uhh, do you fuck with the war?
She like huh, what did you just say?
Huh, like just now?
Yeah
Do you fuck to the war?
No, I don’t fuck with the war
I’m like no, I don’t fuck with the war
Just don’t know how to react to the forces
I should have just thanked you of course –
Uh, why would you thank me?
Uh, I guess I assumed it would extend to the families but okay
While we on the topic
I been actually thinking about some shit
About the Army and Navy
What if tomorrow is the day
That the fucking aliens came
And invaded our nation?
Like, would we even be able to fuck with their shit?
Like do we have the type of weaponry to fuck with their ships?
So not at all, like would they just walk up in this motherfucker
Laughin’ at us, and blastin’ at us
And makin’ everybody disintegrate and assimilate
Without a hint of intimidation?
Or could we do some shit to be making they heart race?
Granted I don’t know the alien heart, but
You get what the fuck I’m sayin?
Like what the fuck would it be like?
Would they be like Earth go hard?
Or is it just another conquest?
Or would they be like damn earth go hard
They was harder than Simian
You ever talk to your brother about this uh type of stuff?
Then she like no
I’m like well what you think?
She like I don’t concern myself with hypotheticals that couldn’t be
I’m like girl what you mean?
She like I don’t believe
In the war?
In aliens
Oh hold up
Hold up, wait
Girl what you sayin?
That all of the life in the universe happens to be where you stand?
I guess
What an enormous coincidence that shit would be
Do you see what I’m sayin’?
I can’t hear what you’re sayin’
Well the universe always expanding
There are infinite galaxies
Why would we be the anomaly?
She like that’s no coincidence
I call that shit God
I’m like oh you’re religious, bitch
You think it’s all God
No, I know it’s all God
No, I know that there might be a God
First off, nobody knows there’s a God
Girl I think we should drop this
No, what’s goin’ on in your brain right now?
Brain uhh, brain on some other shit though
I been all up in the club for the year hey brain
I been killin’ shit don’t mind me
I’m just top flight
I could sure use a Sprite
I’m thirsty as fuck
Who gettin money?
That’s brain
Who make decisions?
That’s brain
Who make the hits?
That’s been brain
Who run the whole operation?
That be brain
(Brain, can you just get back to the issue here)
Uh, can you just remind the brain?
(You’re such an idiot, we’re talking about God and if he exists)
Don’t call brain names
The brain couldn’t recall
But if I’m not mistaken this bitch to my left
Guaranteed there’s a god
(I believe in a god, yes)
So god never wrong
God never wrong, right?
Yeah, that’s like the whole point
(Brain just get there, please)
Hold up
So god made the earth
And god was like hold up, this shit is boring
It need more shit
God was like Imma put dinosaurs on that bitch
Dinosaurs on that bitch
Then he like why I put dinosaurs on that shit?
What is your brain even saying?
Can he get to the point?
Hold up brain you just did it
God ain’t wrong what the fuck was he thinking
About what?
Bitch, the dinosaurs
He made the Earth for them
But then he like nah?
Dinosaurs are just blah?
What’s your point?
I’mma cook up some blondes?
Like he was way off
I don’t look like a dinosaur
Ho them things 35 feet
I’m like 5 foot 11
But on Tinder I’m 6 foot
Seen that Brachiosaurus
That thing fuckin’ neck go to heaven
And that’s just an expression bitch
There ain’t no heaven
Ha, funny
I’m just messin’ but if he ain’t wrong
I guess this the exception
Can I talk now?
Go ahead
Look
Everything in life has purpose
You, chickens, a midget at a circus
What?
I don’t interpret
She like that’s not for me to determine
So dinosaurs purpose was to just die?
That’s not for me to determine
But ok
I’m just a person
Okay, but think of the root of the argument girl
View how we started this girl, like you don’t believe in the aliens
You confine God to earth girl, I find that shit silly salient
I just don’t presume to know the plan
Bitch me neither but that’s not what I’ve been sayin
But what are you sayin?
Why can’t God fuck with aliens?
Why can’t Earth just be like a fucking small side project for this guy?
Ok, look we just don’t see eye to eye
Yeah but logically like you don’t believe in your side
Yeah but you’re like bringing up fucking dinosaurs
Like we could have shared the earth with them nobody knows
Yeah, there is hard soil evidence girl
Like what’s next you don’t fuck with Pangaea?
She like lets change the subject
Ok
(This bitch don’t know about Pangaea, uhm)
Brain leave it alone
I’m starving, are you hungry by chance?
Oh my god I’m so hungry
Yes, do you wanna get a pizza?
Fuck yeah. fuck yeah, I’m on it
Also I’m sorry about that whole interrogation thing
Come on dude I’m a grown up
I’m capable of having intelligent conversations
Okay, I just fuck it
Okay back to this pizza I lean pepperoni
Ugh
Sausage?
How can you eat that shit?
No, no, no, this not Dominoes
This legit, is high quality meat and shit
No, no, I’m vegetarian
Oh right, well we can get half pepperoni
And half of whatever you like
Uh, ew, I can’t have that shit
In the same box
Seriously? You’re that against meat?
No, I’m that against us being gluttonous
Thinking that animals live on this earth to get eaten
Okay, is it how we treat them?
Uh, that sure doesn’t help
Ok
She like I’m not opposed to us hunting
But now we not trackin’ them down
We just breed them to eat
That’s disgusting
You should honestly read on the subject
Alright hold up
Just because we’re not running around with a bow and arrow
Doesn’t mean we’re not hunting these chickens
We just decided the place to do our hunting intelligently enough
To manipulate these animals and get them to do exactly what we want
That’s my point we just incubate animals
Instead of just letting them live how they come
But, that’s just your God at work bitch
Why we go hard on earth
What you think would happen right now
If you left my place
And there were like three wolves waiting for you
Wolves?
Bitch, they would tear your ass up
Viciously
Like they would eat your titties
And your pussy
That’s what they do
And your face and shit
Humans are smarter bitch
That’s what we do
She like apples to oranges
Bitch that phrase don’t make no sense
Why can’t fruit be compared?
She like I’m gonna leave
There’s just all of these conflicting principles
Right, enjoy your pepperoni pizza
I will, that’s my god given right
She like where is my bag?
Oh that leather one next to the trash?
That’s the one right? Made out of cow, I think?
Uhh why are there no Ubers in this area?
So you don’t eat the meat, you just be wearing the shit
I’m not listening dude
That’s barbaric as shit
Do you come from the vikings?
Why are you even still talking?
Do you take peoples land?
Do you fuck with the war?
How are there no Ubers anywhere?
Just download Lyft, they are bigger in presence out here
I don’t wanna add shit to my phone
Okay the choices are clear, ho
Ubers are not around here at all
Taxis will come but they real slow
And the brain gotta poop
T minus 5 till the brain gotta shit
I just downloaded Lyft, but it’s being so glitchy
Uhh, look do you just want to sleep here?
Uhh no thanks
It’s past 2 am
I’m not sharing a bed with you
You can sleep in my bed, I’ll just sleep on the floor
Fine, you’re sure?
Yeah, it’s cool
I won’t throw you out to the wolves
Oh my god, you are so annoying
I couldn’t help myself
But can you at least throw me a pillow?
I’m just pillow talking with a bitch
I’m just pillow talking with a bitch
I just finished spazzin’ on a bitch
Now I’m pillow talking with a bitch
Brain gotta poop still
Please don’t neglect the brain
Please don’t neglect the brain
Hold on, is that my Lyft?
Nah, I got a pizza
Full pepperoni too
So, you’re not gonna wanna be a part of it
(But first you should poop)
(Please don’t neglect the brain)

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Focus The Truth – Basquiat (feat. Oswin Benjamin) (Q85 Album)

She asked for love
The lack thereof
Got her actin up
Back to clubs
Having fun
Hope you strapping up
I used to think about her but if she call I probably pass her up
Chuck a deuce, sip some juice, whoopty woo what it do
Still that dude from the era of more likes than love
Over drink liquor than start fights in clubs
Crazy sh#t but in real life its love
I ride for my brothers, if all else fails I might die for my brothers
Don’t lie to my mother
Living in the moment feeling like a martyr
Feeling like I’m chosen this is where you cue the roses
Blurting out thoughts still trying to find closure
People think I’m great but I lack the exposure
Please keep your composure
I’m low but I’m quite hot
Polos and white socks
Breakfast from IHOP
Red eye high but please I’m no Cyclops
Real recognize real this where the lies stop
Why not
Raw rapping don’t need a stylist
Peacemaker but if provoked then prone to violence
King focus don’t want the throne give me the palace
Diamond engraved chalice
Its all about balance
Perspective connected
With n#ggas who love malice
Reckless my bro sip lean like we in Dallas
Breathless, I run through rappers with no challenge
Carnivore
Im Basquiat with the art of war
Feel the pain through my monologue
Still trying to get it all
Still trying to find it all

Second Verse – Oswin Benjamin

The veteran you ain’t better than, who harder than him
Who you know go harder than him in harder denim
It’s hard to mention another heart with a mission to split the division
To touch the heart of the hardest sinner
Art like a renaissance
Create a movement when the pen is drawn
This black ranger talk I’m a mastodon
Exposing all of me on every track masta don
This for y’all who said the passions gone
Carrying the culture on the same back that got lashes on em
Cotton pickers and crack endorsers
An outlaw fighting southpaw
Ain’t no punches when I record
You jacka##es I ain’t hee hawing with you
God is with him
Scriptures pierce ears like a lobe incision
Dodging them Delilahs with the hoe like symptoms
Breaking walls lacking wisdom cracking codes im the black Di Vinci
Arm leg leg arm head see this is God body
Stained glass on the temple just know that God got him
The sun tzu is the sun and moon who the son of truth
Know you can’t throw shade on the sun if its sonning you
Basquiat in 83 and undiscovered genius
Standing firm like Nas in 97 for what I believe in
You feel me

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Ar-Ab – Kitchen (Protocol Vol. 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
Show me to the kitchen!
Take me where the kids in
Fuck a job, I’m a get it
Point me to the kitchen!
May God be my witness
Homocide on your witness
Show me where the kitchen
Take me to the kitchen
If it broke I’m a fix it
Nigga, where the kitchen?
Butterknife and a vision
Till they give me a sentence

[Verse 1]
Niggas know I’m with it
Bitches know I get it
You got the bag, come and get it
I got to sent to prisons
Where na ain’t have a visit
I came home to a chicken
Niggas know we mobbin
Niggas know we slidin’
Catch a opp, then we firin’
I be weighin’ powder
Countin’ up my profit
Then leave it hangin’ out my pocket
[?] houses
Trap house [?]
Then came home with a thousand
All my nigga ballin’
All them niggas cowards
A hundred pounds o’ that sour
Nigga, I done had it
Vacuum seal the plastic
Stuffin dimes in the casket
Nigga, you an addict
You ain’t never have it
OBH full of savage

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Sat with the bosses
Accepted my losses
20 bricks in the apartment
Nigga, I’m a [?]
Nigga I will offer
Pay it dub, took a coffin
We be gettin’ money
I be weighin’ onions
On a bed countin’ hundreds
All my niggas hungry
All my niggas runnin
Phone call and they comin’
[?] alleys
I done, done some robberies
15 with a body
I just brought a property
Gave it to my auntie
Made it back on a Friday
Motherfuck a goldie
Motherfuck the police
[?]
Hand on a 40
Drive through slowly
Out the window then I throw it

[Hook]
Show me to the kitchen!
Take me where the kids in
Fuck a job, I’m a get it
Point me to the kitchen!
May God be my witness
Homocide on your witness
Show me where the kitchen
Take me to the kitchen
If it broke I’m a fix it
Nigga, where the kitchen?
Butterknife and a vision
Till they give me a sentence

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Take A Mic – Interlude (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Han, c’est magique
Toujours la même recette l’ami
Shabz, Take

[Couplet 1]
J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
J’vois même pas passer l’heure

[Pont] x2
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ça change rien, j’les allume

[Couplet 2]
Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie

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Take A Mic – Boite Noire (Boite Noire Album)

[Couplet 1]
Si j’veux, j’réfléchis pas, j’kicke
J’dois l’faire, j’t’allume pour ma clique
Meuf, ferme ta gueule, astique
J’suis en train d’percer askip
Devant l’micro, j’suis agile
J’monte sur scène, j’suis habile
J’dois faire un max de fric
Comme ça, j’retourne aux abîmes
Ma Saint-Laurent s’abîme
C’est comme ça qu’on s’habille
J’avance sur le terrain, on s’habitue
J’rappe c’que j’sais, j’fais pas d’études
C’est la vodka qui brûle mon foi
C’est l’avocat qui parle pour moi
J’ai toujours été sûr de moi
Même en r à la fin du mois
J’écris des textes qu’ont pas d’sens
J’analyse les passants
J’suis l’meilleur mais patience
J’suis le médecin de ma science
Une seconde, là j’m’absente
Une seconde, là j’m’absente

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

[Couplet 2]
J’sais même plus c’qu’on disait
Car y’a une bad bitch à dix heures
Les gens qui m’méprisaient
Prennent de mes nouvelles sur Deezer
Un salaire de misère
Nan jamais je m’y f’rai
C’est mon huitième projet
Y’a plus rien qui m’effraie
Maintenant qu’j’suis dans l’business, j’dois gérer mon budget
Le p’tit est productif, j’suis en excès d’vitesse
Du swag au milieu d’la tess, les seules McQueen dans la pièce
De Suisse provient l’appel, y’a qu’sa voix qui m’apaise
Fuck la France, les lois et sa mentalité
Pour des papiers d’identité, les keufs ont brutalisés
On vend du shit, d’la beuh, d’la C de très bonne qualité
Impuissant quand c’est nos impôts qui sont détournés

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

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Take A Mic – Chela (Boite Noire Album)

[Refrain] x4
Heureusement qu’on n’a pas chéla, sinon qu’est-c’qu’on f’rait là ?

[Couplet 1]
Heureusement que t’as pas chéla, sinon j’en s’rai pas là aujourd’hui
J’aimais une go, elle m’a chéla, j’m’en suis jamais remis
J’écris les textes pour les gens qui pensent rester anonyme
Partageons nos biens, arrêtons d’penser uniquement qu’à nos vies
On fournit les efforts, en quête d’un nouveau décor
Si j’peux t’ouvrir une porte, j’le fais si c’est dans mes cordes
Qui m’enverra les mandats si j’me fais péter par les condés ?
Fuck les médias, fuck le rap jeu, je sais sur qui compter

[Refrain] x4
Heureusement qu’on n’a pas chéla, sinon qu’est-c’qu’on f’rait là ?

[Couplet 2]
J’y ai cru, j’ai fais c’que j’ai pu
Ma zik, c’est d’la came, t’aimes quand elle est pure
C’est un bon message qu’on véhicule même si y’a ta pute dans le véhicule
Quelques souvenirs sur la pellicule
J’peux pas baisser les bras, gros c’est ridicule
Comment je leur pisse à la raie du cul
C’est ta go qui m’attend à l’arrêt du coup
Y’a ma ganache dans Vogue, merde
Pourtant, j’étais loin d’être le rappeur en vogue
J’connais des gens qui rêvent de m’faucher en plein vol
Tant pis mon swag, quand j’m’endors, on m’le vole

[Refrain] x4
Heureusement qu’on n’a pas chéla, sinon qu’est-c’qu’on f’rait là ?

[Outro] x2
Qu’est-c’qu’on f’rait là ?
Sinon qu’est-c’qu’on f’rait là ?

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Take A Mic – Tu Lmerites Pas (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Yo
J’espère que toutes les personnes à qui j’ai fait du mal
Elles auront l’occasion d’écouter c’morceau
Envoie
Auto-critique
Les p’tits jouent au cerceau
La BAC fait sa ronde
Les p’tits jouent au cerceau
La BAC fait sa ronde
Les p’tits jouent au cerceau
La BAC fait sa ronde
Les p’tits jouent au cerceau
La BAC fait sa ronde

[Couplet 1]
Guette, les p’tits jouent au cerceau
La BAC fait sa ronde
Les grands, eux, ils s’arrosent
Tout ça pour des ronds
Ma go attend sa rose, j’les passe à la ronge
J’m’enferme avec du son, j’suis dépressif dans l’fond, compte-toi les endroits sombres
C’est la merde dans ma chambre, j’y pense et j’en tremble
Un passé qui tranche
J’fais du mal à toutes les personnes qui m’entourent
Pour attirer les problèmes, j’suis le putain d’mentor
J’t’ai menti, j’t’ai menti mais sur le coup je m’en fous
Des remords, des remords, des remords quand je m’endors
Des centaines de soucis derrière ma porte
Mais c’est pas ça qui m’tuera, gros j’ai d’la force
Biatch, biatch, biatch qu’est-c’tu m’apportes ? (Qu’est-c’tu m’apportes ?)
Haters, haters, haters, fais des efforts

[Refrain]
J’ai fait couler ton mascara, désolé tu l’mérites pas
El Niño Terrible désigné dans les plus sombres débats
Tout l’monde croit être parfait, tout l’monde chiale quand la lumière elle s’éteint
J’ai fait du mal et du bien cousin, flemme de vous faire un dessin

[Couplet 2]
Seul devant ma glace, je m’reconnais pas
J’ai mis des gens qu’j’appréciais dans un état
L’oseille, le rap, les sapes et les ‘tasses
Cocktail de tout ça, j’attends qu’ça passe
J’culpabilise, merde, elle m’trouve mignon
J’crée des peines de cœur jusqu’au pont d’Avignon
23 balais, faut qu’j’fasse le bilan
Maman m’a cramé en train d’couper l’pilon

[Refrain]
J’ai fait couler ton mascara, désolé tu l’mérites pas
El Niño Terrible désigné dans les plus sombres débats
Tout l’monde croit être parfait, tout l’monde chiale quand la lumière elle s’éteint
J’ai fait du mal et du bien cousin, flemme de vous faire un dessin

[Couplet 3]
Les p’tits jouent au cerceau, un jour ils s’ront coupables
La BAC elle, fait sa ronde en attendant qu’le coup parte
J’suis perdu comme la balle, qui s’loge dans ce mineur
On fait tous des erreurs
J’veux retarder mon heure pour les gens qu’j’ai blessé
J’m’excuse du fond du cœur, j’m’excuse du fond du cœur
Dans les yeux d’ma mère, j’ai su lire l’inquiétude
Dans les poches de mon père, y’avait pas v’là les thunes
Au lieu d’gratter des sons, va faire des grandes études, mais moi j’suis trop têtu
Plus je passe les étapes, plus les négros m’en veulent, plus les biatchs me veulent
J’suis focus sur mon son, pour pas commettre le vol, pour pas connaître le sol

[Outro]
J’ai fait couler ton mascara, désolé tu l’mérites pas
El Niño Terrible désigné dans les plus gros débats
Tout l’monde croit être parfait, tout l’monde chiale quand la lumière elle s’éteint
J’ai fait du mal et du bien cousin, flemme de vous faire un dessin
J’ai fait du mal et du bien cousin